Snippet Sunday is a Facebook group for writers I’ve been privileged enough to have been accepted into.

From the group guidelines;

“Welcome to Snippet Sunday, where writers come together to share a few sentences of their current project–whether it’s a recently released novel, a WIP (work in progress), or an older manuscript that’s being revived. Intended to hook readers, gather feedback and build an author’s fan base, Snippet Sunday is the FB group that does all three.”

This week’s snippet moves the action forward a bit. Danny and Meyer are on their way home– Meyer always sees his friend home before going home himself– after their conversation at the diner. When they arrive at Danny’s West 96th Street building they find someone waiting for them…
A guy the size of a phone booth stood by the stoop. The sweat on his big, shaved head caught and held the shine off the streetlight. The tattoos covering his arms showed as black and red smudges from where we stood. We didn’t need to be closer to identify the symbols and slogans in his ink.
The black wifebeater and camouflage pants completed the look.
Danny loosed twin streams of profanity, one Yiddish, one English.
“Expecting company?” I asked.
“I might have gone down to their pool hall and shot my mouth off,” he grumbled.
The Phone Booth began to pace, looking up and down the street as he moved.
“You might have,” I repeated.
“Doesn’t matter now. What’s the plan?”
“What makes you think I have a plan?”
He let out a big sigh, then stepped off the curb.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I demanded.
He stopped and turned his head back.
“I’m going home. These clowns are not going run me out of my own neighborhood.”
“You’re just going to walk over there? That’s your plan?”
“That’s it,” he growled. “Don’t like it? Come up with a better idea.”
He started toward the building.